(butch walker and chrystina lloree)
Make no mistake, Ive spent hours and days,
Just to find whose responsible for this mess.
Ive walked around for hours, getting bitten by the spiders.
And the snakes are crawlin over my chest.
On the front lawns of america the papers they all read,
Gas prices are rising high and superman is dead.
As I opened the door and looked at my mother,
Even stovetop stuffing aint gonna change my mind.
Ill talk to you tomorrow or maybe next sunday depending on what I find.
On the front lawns of america the papers they all read,
Your kids are on heroin and superman is dead.
Maybe its time I start looking for another.
And pretend a new hero is always going to save the day.
So when I feel like Im falling off another tall building,
Therell be someone there to catch me faster than a speeding train.
On the front lawn of america the papers they all read,
California is sinking and superman is dead.
On the front lawns of america the papers they all read,
The psychic network is saving our souls and superman is dead.
On the front lawns of america the papers they all read,
Your kids are on heroin and superman is dead.